The asylum of my thoughts [Poetry]

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I know my issues are my own
I kept them to myself for far to long
I wrote my pain into these poems
The words flow out of me like the tears that roll from my eyes
I feel seen, yet still unheard
"Can you hear me now?", I scream from the small space I'm confined in
But there's no use for my words flow onto the poems I write
And yet I still can't hear my own cries
-s